Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.
Part One: LifeXXXIX
I
Such as content, and heaven;
Within my income these could lie,
And life and I keep even.
It would suffice my prayer
But just for one to stipulate,
And grace would grant the pair.
Great Spirit, give to me
A heaven not so large as yours,
But large enough for me.
The cherubim withdrew;
Grave saints stole out to look at me,
And showed their dimples, too.
My prayer away I threw;
The quiet ages picked it up,
And Judgment twinkled, too,
As take the tale for true
That “Whatsoever you shall ask,
Itself be given you.”
With a suspicious air,—
As children, swindled for the first,
All swindlers be, infer.